Qin Chuan stood at the window of the living room, staring out motionlessly.
The house Ye Meiyun lived in was at the far end and on the twelfth floor. Through the window, one could see a vast amount of scenery in the distance.
Even though it was late at night, Shicheng was brightly lit. Many tall buildings were illuminated, and cars weaved through the streets, displaying the city's prosperity.
*Crack!*
At that moment, a slight sound from behind interrupted Qin Chuan's thoughts.
He turned around quickly and saw a figure in pajamas limping out of the bedroom.
The pajamas were not very long, reaching just below the knees, revealing a pair of fair, slender legs. It seemed as if one tug of the pajamas would reveal nothing extra beneath.
"Sister Yun, how is your leg?"
Seeing Ye Meiyun emerge in her pajamas, Qin Chuan's scattered thoughts flashed by, replaced by a deep concern. He quickly walked over and asked.
Ye Meiyun, wearing pajamas, held one hand over her chest and the other on her injured leg, slowly shuffling to the sofa to sit down.
"Xiao Chuan, could you please get me the medicine box from that drawer in the TV cabinet?"
Ye Meiyun said softly.
Qin Chuan hurried to the TV cabinet, squatted down, and opened the drawer. He indeed found a medicine box inside. He quickly took it out and went to Ye Meiyun's side.
"Sis, please lift your leg and place it on this coffee table so I can look at the wound."
Qin Chuan said quickly.
Ye Meiyun, sitting on the sofa, felt an inexplicable blush creep onto her dignified and mature face. She finally shook her head, "Xiao Chuan, no need. Just put the medicine box down, I can handle it myself."
"How can that be!"
Qin Chuan's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unprecedented seriousness. "Sis, you're injured, how can I stand by and do nothing?"
"Hurry up, don't dawdle, let me see!"
All along, Qin Chuan had always been very gentle with Sister Ye Meiyun, amiable and caring towards each other, like a real brother and sister.
Neither of them had ever raised their voice to the other, and they got along very harmoniously. Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan suddenly lost his temper.
Looking at her younger brother, who had abandoned his usual gentle demeanor and was now scolding her, Ye Meiyun was also surprised, her lips slightly parted.
While she was still stunned, she felt two warm, strong hands grip her ankle.
Ye Meiyun quickly came back to her senses, finding that Qin Chuan had already grabbed her injured leg and placed it on the coffee table.
Due to the movement, the smooth silk pajamas slid down with her raised leg, exposing more of her fair skin. Startled, Ye Meiyun quickly pressed them down, her pretty face flushing crimson.
However, Ye Meiyun soon realized that Qin Chuan hadn't noticed her accidental exposure at all, as all his attention was captivated by her injured knee.
"Look, just look! You've hit it so hard, and you're still delaying!"
"You really are too proud for your own good, suffering needlessly!"
At this moment, Qin Chuan's reprimanding voice came again. He then skillfully opened the medicine box, took out iodine, cotton swabs, Yunnan Baiyao, bandages, and other items, and quickly began to tend to the wound.
Watching Qin Chuan, who was full of seriousness as he treated her wound, Ye Meiyun's expression was complex. She even endured the sting of the iodine.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Chuan's voice suddenly sounded again, "Done!"
Ye Meiyun came back to her senses and found that her knee was now wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, with a bow tied on top.
"Xiao Chuan, thank you!"
Ye Meiyun said softly.
"Sister Yun, what's there to thank between us? That's too formal!"
Qin Chuan stood up, found a small stool, and sat opposite Ye Meiyun.
"However, with your leg injured, although it's not too serious, your mobility will definitely be affected for a few days."
"You can't bathe, drive, or walk properly. If possible, you should find someone to take care of you!"
"That way, I can be more at ease after I leave!"
Almost as soon as Qin Chuan finished speaking, Ye Meiyun anxiously asked, "Xiao Chuan, you're leaving so soon? When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow, perhaps!"
Qin Chuan thought for a moment and replied, "I have a lot of matters to attend to in the provincial capital. I completely squeezed in time to come here."
"However, I am very satisfied with the results of this electronic locker. I'll take a few samples back with me when I leave, and see if I can open up our market there!"
Upon hearing that Qin Chuan was taking the electronic lockers and intended to open up the market in Jin Province, Ye Meiyun showed no hint of joy. Instead, her face displayed a look of dejection.
"Sis, what's wrong?"
Qin Chuan noticed the change in Ye Meiyun's expression and asked in surprise.
"It's nothing!"
Ye Meiyun slowly shook her head, then stood up from the sofa. Qin Chuan quickly went to support her.
Unexpectedly, Ye Meiyun waved her hand, stopping his action. "It's getting late, Xiao Chuan. You don't need to trouble yourself to find a hotel outside. You can sleep here tonight!"
"In this apartment, only I occupy the master bedroom; all other rooms are empty, and the bedding is all new!"
"I'll go to the room and find new towels, face towels, and toiletries for you!"
After speaking, Ye Meiyun endured the pain in her injured leg and limped towards the room.
"Sis, no need to go to so much trouble. I won't shower tonight, I can just make do in the living room for the night!"
Qin Chuan stopped Ye Meiyun, who was about to fetch things. Coming from a rural family, he was not as particular as city dwellers; not bathing for a day or two was nothing.
"How can that be!"
Ye Meiyun's tone was firm. "Everything tonight is my fault for being careless, causing you to still be awake. If you were staying at a hotel, you would probably be fast asleep by now."
"Therefore, I must host you well!"
After speaking, Ye Meiyun resolutely walked into the room, leaving Qin Chuan outside to sigh helplessly.
A few minutes later, Ye Meiyun reappeared, holding items in her arms.
Qin Chuan took them, walked into the bathroom, stripped naked, turned on the shower, and as he was washing, his gaze suddenly fixed on the clothes rack not far away.
Qin Chuan's expression became vacant, and then he felt something was wrong with him; his blood began to boil.